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Here's another chapter for you. Not very long, but who'll know where it takes us?

He thought Remus would ask him to find another place to stay for those two days. Or at least the one night.
Go visit a friend. Have fun. Be wild. Be young.

Point was he had none. Friends. There was plenty of fun, it was usually just very short, casual and promiscuous.
The magnificent Sirius Black, friendless, I hear you think? It was what came with homeschooling and extremely strict parents.
He could only hangout with whomever they chose for him. Usually cousins he didn't like a lot. Hence the no friends.

Even when he had gotten a letter from a very prestigious boarding school he had been dreaming of going to his entire life, they had refused.
His brother had been allowed to go. But of course that little fuck had politely refused himself.
He didn't want to take the risk of bad influence by those not worthy to go to that school. Their mother had swooned over her perfect little boy.
Wasn't little Regulus just perfect? Doing everything his parents longed from him. No, then that brother of him.

His parents had been right though. Had he been given the chance to go to said school, he would've befriended the most despicable scum he could find.
Everything to piss of his lovely mom.

Anyway, back to business. Remus had never asked him to leave or stay with friends.
He just gave him the spare key he could use from now on (seeing you live here now, too) and had left.
With a friendly handshake and quick, spontaneous and slightly awkward hug. So here he was. Sirius Black. Alone in a big, big house. But what to do now?

He had promised Remus he wouldn't burn it down so that wasn't an option.
His arm dangled over the back of the comfy chair he sat in, staring around the living room.
Remus has said he could use everything in the house and that he, of course, would not be just bound to his attic room.
Sirius smiled. That man was just a delight. As was his house. It was so.. home.
In that one day in this house he had felt more at home than he had ever done at his parents' place.

They used to lock him up in his bedroom when they left, ever since he was a toddler. He could still remember how he finally managed to escape when he was 12.
He had just learned how to open locks but had chosen the unfortunate time to do so just when Kreacher had walked up the stairs.
Of course the little cunt had told his parents. Sirius shuddered at the memory.
The spanking his father had given him afterwards was something he never forgot. He could still feel the belt on his young flesh.
Ashamed to say so, that spanking had kept him from ever leaving his room again when locked up. Ever.
It was today he had finally found the guts to leave but even then the thought had crept in his mind.
He was convinced his father had given him another one of those spankings had Sirius not run him out.

And then there was this man that just gave him the key and permission to walk around wherever he felt like going. After one day.
Their was a weird tug in his stomach. Remus Lupin.

'Remus Lupin.' He whispered. The way the name rolled of his tongue was perfect. 'Remus Lupin.'
There was a slight twitch in his groin and he sighed deeply.
'Come on.' He grouched. 'That man could've been your father. And he's not that hot.'
Oh please. What was he trying to tell himself? The man he took up earlier made Remus look like a God. He sighed. Remus didn't need the man to look like a God.
He was a God. The God of books for all he cared, but he was a God. That tall figure. Broad shoulders. Skinny but not too.
The brown hair and the golden eyes that looked over those reading glasses when he had opened the door.
Was this really worth wanking over? His new landlord, for fuck's sake? Sirius sighed again. He was 21.
Wasn't everything worth wanking over?

So he unzipped his trousers and slipped is hand in to free his half-hard cock and started to pump his fist up and down.
He closed his eyes as he jerked off, hardly noticing the sweet, musky smell of the house creeping up his nose and filling his head with desire.
It made him rock hard, that smell. It reminded him of kind eyes, a friendly smile. A slightly awkward hug and the way the man had felt in his arms.
No matter how short it had lasted, it had felt so good..

He could feel the orgasm creep up on him, along with a slight hint of guilt and more desire he couldn't quite place. It didn't take him long to realize.
He opened his eyes and they locked with golden ones, framed in a certain wedding picture and he came.
Thick strands of pearly liquid fell on his hand and on his jeans.

'Fuck!' He shouted. More out of frustration than from enjoying the orgasm. This was so wrong. It made him feel disgusting.
This was not right. This could not be.

He had to go. That was it. He couldn't stay here any longer. Not like this. He could not fall in love with a man he had only just met.
Sirius Black didn't do such things. This could only end in trouble. Every thing he ever did only lead to trouble.
The first mistake he ever made was getting born and everything had gone downhill after that.
Best case scenario, Remus would never love him back and it would just end there. Worst case scenario this would end up in World War Three.
Trust me. He was capable of causing that. His mother had told him so on many occasions.

He wiped a hand across his face, the clean one, and made up his mind. He really had to go.
After he cleaned up his cum, he walked over to the stationary on the desk and scribbled down a quick goodbye.
Nothing detailed. No words of possible love. Just that he couldn't stay and it would all be for the best.
He neatly placed it on the kitchen table where he was sure Remus would have his cup of tea when he'd come home.

Then, in one last moment of frustrated fury he walked into the living room and knocked over all the photographs of the woman on the mantelpiece.
One of them fell to the ground and the glass shattered as the cup of tea had done earlier that day. Good.
Perhaps goodbyes would be easier if Remus thought he had just been some vandalistic teenager that came to ruin his house.
Sirius stared at the shattered glass and swallowed the tears away. No crying. Nothing to be sad about. W
ho cared he could've been at home here. He shouldn't make things make more complicated than they had to be.

Still, deep inside he knew every shattered piece of glass would from now on remind him of sad, brown eyes and everlasting kindness.

'Please, just don't lie to yourself anymore.' He whispered as he picked his coat from the defiled chair and would out, slamming the door behind him.
He felt guilty, dirty and never wanted to come back to this part of town again. Ever.

There… What now?